http://slow.writerscafe.org/SincerelyScooby The original writings of author Skoo. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094712 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fair warning: The F word is used. A lot. Almost at a South Park level. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1643862/ January 2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1643856/ January 2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1643854/ And I'd assumed, as things ensued,That he'd be different from the rest,But I'm just some w***e, whilst he is pure,He is blameless, I'm a mess,  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1455948/ Flickers of light crept between the blindsLingered in bright lines across your stubble.Awake too late to say goodnight.And I'm terrified, mywall starts to crumble, I I should have run from the trouble.Drifting through the cards we draw, We sneak from beds on buttered paws,Swear to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1455091/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1269912/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1208290/ Two weeks of dull monotony since my last diary entry, and yet the gradual, unseen changes make the view from the bench a very different one.The bright white walls are turning grey with the thin layers of grime that accumulate on every surface, clogging every orifice, sweat clinging to the floor like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1208286/ Ithink I miss you.Ithink I miss you because every time I see you feels like an iron hand is clenching my throat.Ithink I miss you because I can’t stop expecting you to text me,Ican’t stop checking my phone.Ithink I miss you because I still wonder if you think of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1179054/ They keep calling it an infection. They keep referring to those left outside as "The Infected".This is not an infection; Simon has told me so. Simon told me that this was just a small piece of chaos, to show them what they have created. It was all thanks to Simon, as he stirred the substance in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1110817/ The rain hurtled towards the truck, trying to smash the windows. Simon glanced contemptuously at the other passengers. Faceless, every one of them. He felt sick just looking at them, their plain, copied movements, every one biologically engineered to appease. He was reminded of a company who made co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1110807/ Do you feel it too? Do you, the one who doesn't know, who will never know,Feel the lack of me the way I feel the loss of you?My second half.This emptiness, this chasm where you once layIn the dark with your head on my stomach,It is breathing, stretching around my wrists, Around my throat,G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1039516/ Today it is day 10. Today is the police, asking, again,  what do I remember. Today is me reciting everything. The broken factory clock. The mundane journey, the freshly ironed overalls and dull grey work boots. Simon, drunk, yelling at me. "We need this. They need this."Only when we destro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1005224/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/1005222/ I am taking A day off.I messaged you pretending I was sickBecause I need a day off From this. I am taking a day off From pretending Everything is perfect. I am taking a day offFrom pretending That I don't pretend, A day off From having to recite those hol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/986557/ Look, David, I like you, I really do. I might even like to work with you,If only you'd remove This barrier, this ceiling of glass Holding me back, Keeping me in my designated class.'Cause they're locking the doors In the working-class face,Blocking roads they deem me too unr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/966228/ If you need somewhere to rest your head, It's Sunday morning, 10am, and we are still in bed. So come on over, take it in, The scent of the night before still drifts across your skin.So take me all, until the cracks form on our brows, Aged into one, we'll go th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/966027/ I can feel it now, mother, The despair weighing in my stomach, Retching, gaggingOver my morning tea. The fear grows heavy in my breasts, It pins me to the bathroom floor,My head spinning as I desperately clingTo the sink. Good morning, mother, Ayudame, madre,I think I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/953521/ Six times the unwanted knock at the door, And you wore red,Six times the world came crashing to the floor,And I wore red, Six times the widows, six more broken homes, And we wore red, Four hundred and something, The world cloaked in red.And Bush's death toll still stands at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/950684/ The forest burned, shaping and forming around us, The flames sang in crackled sounds asWe melted in the heat of the vice, And your tongue crystallisedWhile mine struck at matches To keep the trees alight.The inferno twisted,Turned and welded us,Intertwining every breath held in u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/893974/ ...The Country Shall Never Be Without A Wordsmith. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/838037/ A song I wrote... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/798416/             I'm not sorry for one year ago, I remember it well,            First kisses in the sunshine, it was then I fell.           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/751353/ This thing inside me, it fights and screams, Bites my dreams, 'til I'm tearing at the seams, Follows me through dark hallways, and says "Let's pretendThat we are friends, while you break and bend,While my fingers touch your skin and you start to shake,I can see it on your face, you can't run away, N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/748978/ The first thing I noticed about that place      Was the smell. As soon as the door opened,A wave of putrid despair washed over us,Burning our noses and gripping our lungs.The stenches of blood, sweat, rust, feaces,Were all overpowered by the smell of rotting corpses.The ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/748971/ You're gonna have to accept that I'll never be yours,'Cause I can't put my trust in teen lust any more.You assumed you'd get much more than I could give,When you didn't even ask, just expected to receive. Go on and hate me, it doesn't change my decision, I explained to you every detail w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/747718/ This is your third and final poem from me; Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/746443/ They say that I am insane,For living in my imagination, I say that they're ignorant.I try to point out their mistakeBut they just don't understand... They don't know what it isTo hear the stories toldBy giants who've watched centuries unfold.They don't know how it feelsTo look up to the sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/735526/ These creatures, they are everywhere, Wreaking havoc and despair, Filling me with pain and griefFor my irrational feelings of naive beliefThat maybe they're not all the same,Possibly not all to blame,But with every lie these creatures proveTrust in them should be removed.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/734938/ For him; the one that has always been there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/734383/                Possessed by this obsession                  With what will never be mine,       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/733419/ Reading your words of hate I start to thinkWas it me that pushed you to that virulent brink,Contemning the world, or were you always that way?I don't recollect or recall ever hearing you saySatan gripped your throat, or that your angels criedTears of blood when you looked to their mournful eyes.I co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/733169/ Time ticks by,The end is getting closerAnd pushing us apart...I had my chance Long ago,When I was younger And more naive,And I still had time...This watch weighs down my wrist, As these thoughts weigh on my mind...It's too late now,As of next weekI'll never see you again...It's best to just be you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/732660/ Like a situationally aware robot.(: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/732026/ I am staring down From my  cliff-top refugeAmong clouds and chirped melodiesInto nothing...          I know there is ground,          A harsh reality waiting to catch me          And shatter me... .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/731266/ A train of thought missing some wheels... And an engine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/729976/ Alone together We wore nothing but cloaks of darknessAnd I could feel you smiling as we kissed.Tentatively you reached out,Placed a shaking hand around my waist And drew me closer.I could feel your quick breaths on my skinAnd your heart beat like a drumAs your lips slowly traced the outline of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/727010/                                   Time stands still                                  As the angel falls    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/726567/ The villanelle has 19 lines, 5 stanzas of three lines and 1 stanza of four lines with two rhymes and two refrains. The 1st, then the 3rd lines alternate as the last lines of stanzas 2,3,and 4, and then stanza 5 (the end) as a couplet. It is usually written in tetrameter (4 feet) or pentameter.line 1.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/725420/ It was a dull, grey sort of day, another where my quick light breathing echoed inside my hollow being. That day in particular, I was charged with the task of clearing my desk of what looked like an explosion of notepads and paper. I was to sort through every page, deciding what I still needed, and w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/724305/ As the music plays We dance,Boom, boom, boom,The rhythm takes over.I move as though in a trance,Following you, As my heart skips to your shouts of praiseAnd your ecstatic eyes meet mine.Sweat pours down our backsAs the music gets fasterAnd we get louder, Cheering and whooping,Crying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/724240/ Solemn silence reignson Nature's grave where they felledOne more no-one's home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/723813/ A haiku, hopefully. :L http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/723791/ A haiku, hopefully. :L http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/723778/           At the end of dry-eyed blues          I lie back and think of you                I read your notes                 And the love song qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/723658/ English Coursework from last year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/721743/ It was a dull, grey sort of day, another where my quick light breathing echoed inside my hollow being. That day in particular, I was charged with the task of clearing my desk of what looked like an explosion of notepads and paper. I was to sort through every page, deciding what I still needed, and w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/720638/     There was once a chance I didn't take;    I chose to watch you walk away.            I stood there and I watched you leave            Embraced by that familiar sting &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/719921/ This had been coming for a while now... He's just the straw that broke my back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/718725/ For someone who proved that I am nothing without them♥ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SincerelyScooby/715660/